"We are the Angelis Tenebraium, upon pinions of fire do we come, and his wrath do we bring"
Dark Angel
Guardian of the Lion
Risen warrior
Ancient hero of the Legion
Terran born son
his adherent lack of anything to bind him to the sea of souls made his presence one that made her violently ill, and a smidge fearful, any future variations she could see as a creature of the great ocean were narrowed greatly.
"What do you want neverborn?"
the angel of death stared down at her through the glowing crimson lenses of his helm before speaking in the vox induced growl that was his voice, deeper than drums beating in the cold
"What are you hiding?"
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The neon lights of Pentagram City flickered overhead as Elthea drifted down the street, small and quiet against the chaos of Hell. In her hand, she clutched a single angel feather, its faint glow hidden by the smog. She stared at it
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"Notice how I named a number of others, then. It's hardly exclusive ta humanity. Besides, I dinna exactly have a choice. I served as th' queen they needed, and this is what came of my duty."